Don`t Bust My Chops — текст песни (Ramones)

I`m sick and tired of you calling my names
I`m sick and tired of your childish games
I`m sick and tired of your bullshit brats
Cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks
Picked up a magazine, I see your face
You`re nothin` but a goddamn waste
With the lamest fashion on your back
You`re never happy, a hypochondriac

Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Yeah

You`re a stylish queen and an alley cat
Too many chocolates, getting fat fat fat
You`re a pain in the ass, and your on the loose
All I get from you is your bad attitude
Dirty mouth, it`s all I can bear
Get outta here bitch, `cause you`re nowhere
Always wearin` that cheap perfume
I can always tell when you`re in the room

Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Aah

Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops
Baby, don`t bust my chops
Don`t bust my chops
Yeah, don`t bust my chops
Alright